Chapter 938 Blood Festival & Crime Carnival (Part 1)

Like this urban area where the popular circus in the downtown area was located, these infected parallel planes continued to emerge like mushrooms after a rain. At the beginning, there were only occasional homeless people who occasionally added a few numbers to the missing people every year, but the subsequent surge in numbers and the disappearance of pedestrians at night added a sense of fear to the neighborhood, and eventually formed a brand new urban horror legend.

Panic and fear are undoubtedly one of the most suitable ingredients for the nourishment of sin marks. While mutual suspicion and suspicion are born, the unscrupulous heart driven by greed will also tend to join in, pushing sin to the horror legend with a supernatural atmosphere.

Panic forced people to move and flee, and the gathering of criminals and thugs caused the security here to drop sharply. All this directly led to the decline and bankruptcy of the originally prosperous commercial district, like empty blocks, closed shops and dilapidated telephone booths, traffic lights and railings, etc., creating a ghost town atmosphere.

At first, the magician who was infected with the Sin Scar was just trying to increase himself through this taboo means. When making plans, he could minimize the negative influence. At least he could not expose himself in the process and avoid attracting encirclement from his peers. However, with the increase in the erosion of the Sin Scar, the huge magic involved in the filth and evil chaos would completely occupy their thinking.

For these sinners, not to mention the magicians' industry codes or laws of secular conquest, even the minimum worldview will be completely distorted, and blood and killing are exchanged for huge magic power that ordinary magicians cannot imagine, as well as the terrifying heroic spirit that is almost super standard.

At first, only a few people were infected in this plane maze. The Valhalla could suppress and correct it with the will of the world. However, when the infection plane spreads from individuals to a huge group, it will inevitably appear a little powerless. In addition, the erosion of order has deepened, and Valkyrie's control over all this continues to decline.

Except for a very few relatively important main battlefields, most planes have become abandoned objects, and no matter law enforcement officers, legions, exorcists or magicians, they will become helpless lambs in front of these infected people with sin marks.

The Holy Grail War was originally a killing competition established under order and maintained by the Temple of Heroes. When the control of the Temple of Heroes declined and the order that constructed all this was replaced by chaos, the only thing that could be born was the more uncontrollable killing in it.

"Rin, what kind of existence do you think of the so-called heroic spirits are, and what are we magicians who were selected by the Holy Grail? I am now increasingly aware of my father's words at the time. This meaningless battlefield may be just an inescapable blood curse, and it may not be necessary..."

Shiro Emiya wrapped his knees with his hands, curled up in the sofa and murmured. The girl with black ponytails was just staring blankly at the bright red spell engraved on the back of her hands and couldn't speak.

"Brother Shilang, if it weren't for the curse you said, I might still be struggling in that hell until I completely fell into it and completely collapsed."

Another girl with long blue and purple hair had walked behind him at some point, stretched out her arms and gently wrapped herself around his head and said softly.

Although she didn't look at Rin Tosaka beside her, the girl with two ponytails trembled unconsciously, "Shirou, that's right. If it weren't for this spell exchanged for blood from the Maki family, we might not be able to rescue Sakura from that old monster."

"In the past, the dividing line between fantasy and reality could not be crossed at all. Only when the Holy Grail War came, it is possible to re-summon the heroes who have passed away in the long river of history to this world with the power of the Holy Grail Hall, and fight for the final Holy Grail's belonging."

Tosaka Rin shook her head, and the sadness in her eyes that could not be melted as she was shaking her ponytails. It seemed that she would drip at any time: "If we do not rely on the power of heroic spirits and rely solely on ourselves, even if we have a perfect plan, it is basically impossible to cause any substantial threat to the old monster of the Matsuki family. Although every summoning and every spell requires the lives of magicians as a price, only by protecting the people we cherish can we be qualified to say other things..."

"Maybe it's true, but..."

Shiro Emiya turned around and held the hand of the girl behind him and said anxiously: "Sakura, I'm very glad that we were able to rescue you from Maki's house. We would not hesitate to exchange those insignificant dirty lives for this opportunity to save. No matter how many times we do it again, it will be the same, but we are only a very small number of people like us. Now there are too many people who just want to live a peaceful life are being brought in, and it's not even just magicians."

As one of the parallel worlds that were born out of the scar of sin, Shiro Emiya is not that simple. Since a solid contract with the heroes and a condensation spell can be completed through the killing of magicians, the magician's blood will never lack substitutes, such as torture ordinary people who sacrifice through taboo means.

The weaker the binding force of order, the higher the privileged class with power is. A group like a magician who pursues truth and masters supernatural powers is itself a small part of the top of the pyramid. The secular world is the one who builds the foundation for this huge system and constructs the tower body. These helpless lambs are the biggest victims in the Holy Grail War.

"On the surface, those magician associations maintain order in the magic circle and do not allow direct interference to the secular world, but what is supported by so many continuous summonings of heroes? The churches fully follow the doctrine to protect all this, but how many heresies in their mouths are cultists who truly harm this world."

As Shiro Emiya said, he seemed to have been taken away from his body and fell on the sofa as if he had been scattered in three-dimensional form: "Since the legend of the Holy Grail can achieve all beauty and ideals, why do I still see endless killings now? Has no one ever really succeeded, or...?"

"Or it is said that the former ideals were stained by blood in the killings. When the Holy Grail was truly obtained, all that was left was ugly selfish desires. This Holy Grail was not only the gate to a beautiful country, but was more like a road to hell, constantly swallowing blood and bringing more killings to this world..."

Tosaka Rin continued.

"Whether the door to a beautiful country or the furnace from hell, I only know that it is now the only bargaining chip for us to survive. If you don't want to be used as a stepping stone, you can only fight forever. If others have not succeeded, it doesn't mean we can't succeed either, Brother Shilang, I believe you."

Sakura buried her head in Shiro Emiya's chest. Rin seemed to want to say something, but in the end it just turned into a silent sigh.

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Chapter completed!